We are not born with a good life or a bad life. We are born with a life. And it is up to us to make it good or bad.
We are not the sum of who we are born to. We are every moment we chose to do good or bad. To help or hinder. To love or hurt.
We are not constrained to the family who share our blood. Sometimes, they leave. Sometimes, they hurt you. Sometimes, they are not anything in your life.
We are not alone. Never truly. Whichever God we believe in watches over us. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.
We are not destiny. We are what we make for ourselves. We are what we fill our lives with. The people, the creatures, the environment.
We are as unique or as uniform as we chose to be.
I have a generated family. A family of crazy rat loving, healthy food eating, boot camp addicted, introverted, child rearing, fabulous, stupendous, random people I have met and assimilated.
I have a traditional family. I try very, very hard to be something in this family. Probably because I have always been the black sheep. More probably because I have always thought I am loved and part of it just because they have to.
My traditional family is slowly leaving me. And the fear of being truly alone is just terrifying. The sad part is I am probably already alone.
My generated family – I don’t quite know why they love me. Why they have chosen me.
I just know that to surround yourself with the people who actually want you around – that is a life worth living.
So I thank them.
Every last crazy one of them.
They are what fill the little gaps left in my soul. The little gaps that self-doubt, fear, harsh judgement, self-hatred leave behind. The little gaps that will sink you if you let them.
They are the glue that holds my Self together.
Even if they don’t know it.